Silence

Willow has experienced neglect and abuse all her life, she resorted to self-harm as a release and suicide as a way out from the horror that she lived. Willow has a complicated story where she loved her bully, Taila, she also made friends but at the last moments of her life.

Taila has a slightly different story, she was the bully to Willow but she had a secret as well. In her personal life, outside school she lived with her adopted mother and brother- who was released from prison-, he constantly rapes Taila. She finds that she needs to be better than others at school so no one will see how weak she is. The strange matter was she loved Willow, so in the end she tries to help but it is too late.

Liam is one of Willow's closest friends, at his old school he was bullied for being gay and his boyfriend killed himself, after recovering he moved school and met his new group whom befriended Willow soon after. But did Liam truly get over the pain or did he just hide it away?

13. Taila's Story Part 3

I woke up in a bad mood, my body ached from my brothers use of me. Slowly I had managed to claw myself out of bed, I managed to shower and change before heading to school. As I arrived I was greeted with the usual hellos.

Smiling here and there I walked to my locker where I was greeted by some of the girls from my group. We were talking about class and such when a small tap on my shoulder caused my body to burn. My brothers faced flowed into my mind, it was as if a single touch would remind me of him.

The same bitterness and anger from the night before filled me as the thoughts returned and I turned around to see who it was. "What do you want", I hissed as I turned around to see Willow flinch a little. She handed me a sheet of paper before turning around.

Looking down at the paper I saw that it was the homework, the title read Alone. I held the paper to my chest and looked over at her back and mumbled thanks. She shrugged and walked outside leaving me to stand in the corridor as people called names out to her and whispered about her.

I closed my locker and walked to the cafeteria for my free period. I sat down at my usual table and drowned out the rest of the conversations as I looked at the story Willow had wrote for me;

The rain fell against my cheeks allowing my tears to do the same. In front of me was the lifeless body of my mother. The bullet wound pressed the redness out as I watched the crimson fluid wash away with the rain.

Lights where flashing and sirens blaring but it all sounded distant to me. All I could do was focus on her, the woman who had raised me, loved me. Now she was the woman who left me alone in this world.

I have no one. It is all my fault! If only I hadn't wanted to go shopping she wouldn't have tried to protect me from the bullet. The sound of the guns loud shout still echoing in my ears. I felt arms wrap around me pulling me away from my mother.

They wanted to take her away from me! I cried out loud or attempted to. No sound past my lips, instead I fell to my knees with silent sobs. I know though, I knew the moment she fell to the ground. I am alone. I am destined to be alone.

The world I once knew lost its colours as they covered her lifeless body. Everything became like a old movie. Time slowed down and everyone was moving in slow motion. Like a silent film no sounds filled this hollow world, only the cry of the gun in my head.

Everything was grey, it was as if all colours the world had been drained. The last thing I saw was a beautiful woman dressed in white, her familiar smile faded with the world and I fell into the dark with one word passing my lips;

"Alone".

Once I had finished reading I found that a few tears had fallen from my eyes. The way Willow wrote was beautiful, it was like she had reached into my heart and pulled out my worst fear, being alone. I lived in a world where I was alone no matter what. I was abandoned by my family when I was five, my adoptive mother let her son use me as a sex slave.

I wiped away the tears and ran out of the cafeteria in fear people would see me crying. I was a wall to them, I couldn't let my true feelings show - it would ruin me. I ran into a empty classroom and slid down the wall.

Tears fell from my soul, I lifted up my top a little revealing my stomach. The faded pink scars showed a little against my skin. Tracing them I remembered the first time I dared to take a sharp object to my skin. I knew how Willow felt when she cut, I knew that it gave a little freedom.

I never knew what she was running from or what made her the way she was. At times I wondered if it was even worth hurting others just so I could protect myself. I sighed and stood up walking out of the class to, I welcomed the rest of the day in my own world.